They look like you, or they don’t. They sound like you, or possibly not. They blow your phone up in group text threads. They share your last name, sometimes. They share your history, most of the time. Sometimes they are the ones to bail you out of jail, sometimes they are the ones calling the cops. You anticipate their arrival and then argue over mashed potatoes. You miss them while apart, criticize them to their face, defend them to the world. They are crazy, but you are a part of it, too.
Family is loyal, devoted, faithful, ardent, steadfast, true, and committed love.
(…and it’s messy.)